Vacancies
There is that inside joke where you were always late. You’d tell me 5:30 & I’d reply ok cool, see you at 6 and no matter how hard I tried, I showed up early anyway.
I think a part of me saves you some space at the table. And when I’m talking, I see your head cocked to the side like I said something important. You were always examining me in that way. That’s why I fell in love with your limbs, how you used your body for language. How you took the time to ask. Being in a room with you, it’s like you created this space for the people in it, so how am I not supposed to save you a seat?
In some way, we are still those two people; the one who is on time, pretending not to look for him & the one who shows up fashionably late, sneaking up on her in the aisle. They smile at each other. They laugh. And it goes on like that for a little while.